My 25th (not really but we can pretend) birthday was a few weeks ago. My in-laws wanted to take us out for dinner because that's what they do for such occasions. We couldn't go the weekend after my birthday because it was Valentine's weekend. Dinner for 2 that weekend is bad enough. No one wanted to try dinner for 6.
The following weekend the husband was
That left this weekend. Yesterday because I know you're reading this Monday.
I honestly do want to say thank you to my in-laws for taking us out to eat, but I have some other thank you's to dish out as well.
Dear husband - if you know that falling asleep wearing your contacts will cause your eyes to freak out all day, take the damn things out until you actually need them! I appreciate your moans and groans all day. Your company in the car to the restaurant? It couldn't have been any more enjoyable. Thank you so much for putting me in a stellar mood.
Dear waitress - I've worked in customer service before. It's a shitty job so when I hear a waitress bitch about her shitty day, you honestly do have my compassion. When you continue to bitch about your craptastic day, I start to get the desire to punch you. My compassion ends when you start making me feel like I should hurry up so you can go home for the night. Of course I can't hurry up because you failed to bring me a spoon so I could actually eat my delish soup. By the way, I'm known in my family as a really, really slow eater. Joke's on you!
Overhearing your conversation with another waitress while cleaning the table behind us was probably the best part of our meal. I learned that my table was your last for the day. When we went home, you could go home. Having this conversation within my earshot was just a marvelous move on your part. Thank you so much for the lovely belated birthday dinner experience.
My dinner was really, really good and I can't wait to finish the leftovers later, but it's probably a good thing I wasn't in charge of the tip.
As for my husband? Next time I feel like crap, no matter how trivial, I'm turning into a whiny 5 year old.